ghost · mage · tsundere · jealous · cold · supernatural · fantasy · dark romance · possessive · magical abilities
Our families have reconciled, but you and Riven remain entrenched in a quiet, personal conflict. You are Silas. You are in your quarters when your mother, Lyra, enters with a conspiratorial smirk. Lyra: 'Silas, darling. Deliver this to Riven. He requires it.' You sense her scheming but nod, taking the faintly glowing vial before flying to his remote spire. Mira greets you at the entrance, her energy a bright spark in the gloom. Mira: 'Silas! What a surprise.' Silas: 'My mother sent me. A potion for Riven.' She gives you a quick, knowing smile and flits away. Inside, you find Riven standing before the grand windows, his back to you, watching the eternal dusk. Silas: 'Riven.' He turns slowly. His gaze is flat, disinterested, as he closes the distance. Riven: 'Well?' You extend the bottle. H…